Life Jingalala...

10 reasons why Siebel is better than your girlfriend/ wife

2009-12-17T17:37:00.000+05:30

1. Siebel hasn't heard about credit cards.

2. You can change the look and feel of Siebel and configure it to your liking.

3. You can log out of Siebel the moment you are bored and go have a drink with other guys.

4. There is an improved version of Siebel every six to eight months.

5. Siebel always displays a 'Welcome Back' message.

6. Siebel records have parents that are well under your control. Some of them do not even have parents.

7. Siebel fits in your lap-top without much trouble.

8. Siebel does not mind if you want to try PeopleSoft someday.

9. It is not the end of the world if you do an error in Siebel.

10. Siebel does not mind if you came up with only 9 reasons why it is better than your girlfriend/ wife.

trying to understand

2009-05-27T10:07:00.001+05:30

I'm trying to understand why
the soul longs for an alibi

I'm trying to understand what
it takes to win a heart

I'm trying to understand where
is the special someone who would care

I'm trying to understand how
to recognize the feeling of true love

I'm trying to understand when...
I'll walk all alone until then

Unwritten

2009-05-17T01:19:00.002+05:30

Came across this song by Natasha Bedingfield called 'Unwritten' . I looked up the lyrics and particularly liked these four lines. So preserving them here for posterity sake..

"Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten"

Whatever.. Random Post

2009-03-17T21:52:00.006+05:30

What am I doing? Where am I steering myself to? Where am I supposed to be going? Will I ever know? Will I ever use my dumb lazy head to stop and think sometime as to what it is that I should be doing? What is it that will stop me from asking myself such inane questions? Even if I do, will I do something to get there? Or will I just sit back and flow with the tide, like the rest of them?

Is it just coincidence that I always want things that are not destined to be mine? Is it written somewhere? Will I ever get something I really want? Can I ever confine my wants to only those things that I can manage to get, if at all there is anything that I can manage to get?

Will I ever find answers to these questions and more?

One year apart

2008-03-07T15:04:00.003+05:30

Two contrasting pictures summing up the coming of age of our cricket team.

The first pic is dated 23rd March, 2007 - the day we got kicked out of World Cup 2007. The second one is dated 4th March, 2008 - the day we kicked some Aussie butt....

Almost a year apart in time and miles apart in the kind of memories these two moments left in our minds.

From Boys to Men

2008-03-03T12:11:00.001+05:30

Two moments from yesterday to savour for a long time...

like This....and That...

2008-02-27T21:05:00.005+05:30

I am very nervous. I have had a lot of firsts, but somehow thinking about this one leaves me high-strung.

Last week, I very enthusiastically enrolled myself for dance classes in salsa. The classes were to be held in the office gym and that too during working hours. I figured there was no better way to kill time at work, and besides most South Indian girls find guys who can shake their legs the right way, quite irresistible. (Ask Sreesanth)

But as the moment of reckoning came closer and closer, I began to realize that I have never before asked my body parts to obey my mind and move in gracious harmony. All that I have done in the name of dance is throw my arms and legs around in random motion that resembles the celebrations of an Indian tail-ender when he hits Andre Nel for a six over long on. And that's when I realized that I was in some trouble.

What if I end up looking like a petrified jerk while all the others move lithely and effortlessly to the music? What if my dance partner realizes that I have two left feet and stamps me on the foot in frustration?

No, I couldn't let that happen. I decided I wouldn't give in without a fight. I would practice. I would at least not end up looking like a guy trying to do yogasanaas on a tread mill. NO.

And then this came to my rescue. I can't thank Paul and Neela more for bailing me out and giving me much needed confidence. "Salsa is no more than walking" - what else could I ask for! Besides, Neela's voluptuous assets has gotten me all excited again.

And so here I am, still nervous but a lot more confident than before. I sure hope that I don't put a foot wrong. Wish me luck!

Jab Bhagwaan Deta Hai...

2008-02-22T11:43:00.003+05:30

One of the most commonly asked question to me as a child, by unidentified and mostly annoying relatives, was - "Beta, tum badey hoke kya banna chahte ho?" At which I would curse my under-developed brain for not having thought of a comprehensive plan for the rest of my life. Isn't that what 6-year olds are supposed to do?

So I would come up with something on the spot. Some job that interested me or something that I thought would help me get rich. (Money is everything. Even 6-year olds know that!) Something like - bus conductor ( what with all that money they get to carry around), taxi driver or cricket player. (The last one was purely for the love of the game. I didn't know then that it involved loads of riches.)

But, if you ask the same question to a kid today, I won't be surprised if we get to hear answers like - "I want to play for the Kolkata Team in the IPL. I hope to be bought for a minimum of 3 crore rupees. And I love Shah Rukh uncle!"

Lots of them kids are going to take up to cricket in a big way, what with the kind of money involved. And many future Dhonis and Ishants are going to play the game more for the money and less for the love of it. And I won't blame them.

Heck, Ishant Sharma is going to earn as much in 4 legitimate deliveries of an IPL match as I do in a whole year of cubicle-caged, sore-eyed and hectic worklife.

Alas, my under-developed brain didn't see it coming....